Szeleta-barlang

We arrived from the Lens Spring touching the lookout tower under construction. The path to the cave is easy to walk. Cleanliness and cool humid air greeted us in the cave.

However, this place is somewhat my heart's desire. Among other things. 100,000 years ago, walking here in the footsteps of my ancestors was a much greater honor than in the castles or mansions of lice, parasitic kings. I consider it absurd that the rulers of the testicles, who trembled in their possessions, should become holy in the eyes of posterity, the genocide, the tax collectors, the murderers of peoples in wars, all lofty and adored figures, though they had no other merit than that. their father was also king, the prehistoric man is not surrounded by any cult. He guarded us in his groin for a hundred thousand years, he warmed us with his own flesh, frozen for centuries in the ice ages so that we could live today. Descendants only consider them dirty, unkempt monkeys, they have no name, but they are survivors at the cost of real ordeal, our real ancestors! And the Szeleta Cave, too, preserves their shadow. It’s an incredible feeling to step up there, so, at the end of December, in the frosty beating, alone, immersed in lonely thoughts. It was the most beautiful spiritual experience of recent times to roam the cave. All due respect to those who live here before me! Wonderful, sacred place!